Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
AZ,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.